irreverent irrelevant philosophy contentment
screws upon a red bench logic be damned
here we go spouting filthy poetic prose
pen on paper muddied in alcohol.
youve got that dream within you
future always never pesent
never here when you need it most
heavy head and dry lips
—paint it all
paint the world
a crimson hye oh yes.
fingers tapping
tap-a-tap tapping
smoke blowing from your nose
its just air blowing into cold fog
its no romance dear love
just smoke into thin air.
ride yes
oh love do it now.
how beautiful we are
sitting on this cold red bench —— ha ha.
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